Friday, October 18, 2013

Welcome Dorothy A. Bell

Please help me welcome, Dorothy A. Bell. It's a treat to have an author as a guest who I've also read her work. When you're finished reading this post, please scroll down the home page for my review of her book The Reprobate. Dorothy is with Freya Bower, the sister house of my publisher, Wild Child Publishing. We decided, that's Dorothy and me, to celebrate Halloween a tad early by swapping Halloween stories. So after you've read her poem and all about her books, hop on over to her blog ( and read my scary short story.

Enough of my rambling, take it away Dorothy:

This poem stems from memories of my childhood. Raised in a small Iowa farming community everyone knew everyone. These days, neighbors rarely meet or exchange greetings. Halloween trick or treaters are shunted quickly in and out of homes, or stores grabbing the candy and moving on. Some parents won’t allow their children to go door to door for fear of compromised treats. But the fun of disguise is still in me, and every Halloween I get butterflies in my stomach in anticipation, and I transform from stuffy adult to giddy child again.

A Halloween poem, by author Dorothy A. Bell

Beware Granny Dot’s House
In my neighborhood everyone knows,
Beware Granny Dot’s house on Halloween.
She’s my mother and yet,
I never know how or where she’ll appear.

If you’re lucky she’ll be a fairy queen,
smiling, eager to tap you with her magic wand,
Although, in all my thirty years of trick or treating,
I’ve never seen her be anything so insipidly benign.

I’ve seen my sweet mother transform herself
right before my eyes into a fiendish vampire,
fangs glistening, dripping with blood and slime.

When she’s a witch, she’s at her worst.
She cackles, slobbers, squints one eye
and mutters incantations, cooks over an open fire pit,
adding ingredients disgusting and fantastic to the pot.

Beware Granny Dot’s house, you’ll get no treat until you perform.
You can choose: dance, sing, make a face, tell a joke, recite a silly rhyme,
stand on your head, hop in a circle on one foot,
pat your head while you rub your tummy.

It’s torture, to be sure.
But everyone knows the treats are the best at Granny Dots.
The child in me wouldn’t miss it for the world.
Beware Granny Dot’s house,
Halloween is her favorite time of the year.

An Oregon Historical Romance
Fiddle playing, hard drinking Royce O’Bannon believes he’s worthless like his oldman, no woman should have anything to do with him.
Music teacher, Cleantha Arnaud, her virtue long spent, believes her life is over; crippled, and barren, no man would want her.
When the two outcasts become lovers, hopes and dreams blossom within their parched souls.
Royce’s vengeful daddy begins a campaign of retaliation against his traitorous sons and the town that gave them a second chance.  Royce, feeling the weight of responsibility thrust upon him runs his daddy to ground  in the smoke-filled tunnels  beneath Pendleton’s streets where  vice and hedonistic pleasures distort reality. But one swift crack on the head could shatter all of Royce’s newly found hopes and dreams like candied glass if there’s no one who cares enough to rescue a reprobate, a worthless man.

$5.99 e-book

The Cost of Revenge
A Laura Creek Historical Romance
Freya’s Bower

Quinn O’Bannon knows he should want a sensible girl, an amenable young woman to be his wife, his helpmate, his partner. But he can’t stop fantasizing about the thieving, sloe-eyed vixen Tru McAdam who has taken an oath of vengeance against the whole darn O’Bannon family.
Tru wants to believe the O’Bannons, all of them are rotten, heartless cheats. God help her, most of all she wants to believe the handsome, arrogant flirt Quinn O’Bannon is the worst of the lot.
Quinn and Tru learn when destiny shuffles the cards, strange pairs show up in the hand—you can’t fight it—you have to play the cards your dealt.

$ 5.99 e-book

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Rosie D. said...

Ohhh a historical western, gotta read this. Sounds like a good book, Dorothy.

April said...

Love the poem, Dorothy. I'm a sucker for poems. Great review, Cassie. Sold me the book.

Cassie Exline said...

Rosie and April, thanks for stopping by. Didn't hear you two come in. ;) Be sure to pick up a copy of Dorothy's book.

Spring Anderson said...

A fiddle player! Will have to add this to my wish list.

Dorothy A. Bell said...

Blogger Dorothy Bell said...

Wow, Cassie you dressed me up good and proper, I thank you and I owe you big time for the great spread. Dorothy A. Bell

Cassie Exline said...

It's nice to have you visit, Dorothy.

Cassie Exline said...

Spring, how nice of you to stop by. The fiddle is very much a part of the story.

sherry fundin said...

Very nice poem. I really enjoyed it. Pretty covers on the books. Have a great weekend.

Cassie Exline said...

So glad you made it, Sherry, and enjoyed Dorothy's poem. The covers are well done.